Poem by William Ernest Henley

To My Wife

Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs,
For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;

And, singing as when all was young,
They will recall
Those others, lived but left unsung –
The best of all 

1. Attadale, West Highlands
2. In Hospital. 12. Etching
3. Envoy
4. Echoes. 17. The Sands Are Alive with Sunshine
5. Rhymes and Rhythms. 23. Here They Trysted, Here They Strayed

Mortimer Collins To My Wife ("Fast falls the snow, O lady mine!")

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